[ DON'T PUT DIRT ON MY GRAVE JUST YET ] At various intervals of time, one may come across Melinoë in her true form, as the Goddess has shed herself of the mortal body of Dulcinea. In her wake follows a procession of ethereal beings, ghosts and ghouls and spirits and wraiths; take care, not every follower is of the friendly sort, though most would be content holding a conversation.
It somehow feels as though the siren song of the train is Charon calling, and the Goddess finds comfort in that. Whenever she hears this sound, lips twitch upwards into a small smile. Melinoë is in her utmost element in this dreamscape, having her divine powers at her beck and call. There doesn’t seem to be a moment wherein Mel’s eyes are without a mischievous glint, where lips aren’t transformed into unfiltered bliss. If not having a discussion or dancing with ghosts, she's exploring, or causing whatever monsters thrown their way to see nightmares of their own.
[ IF HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, THEN WE'RE ALL JUST FUCKED ] She’s found a chamber and transformed it into an outdoor theatre, the atmosphere creepy, the sounds of her cello playing hauntingly melodic. The other instruments involved are simply audibly heard, not visibly seen, though hovering in one’s peripheral, they may catch a glimpse of a spectre giving life to the appropriate musical tool. Some of the seats are occupied by spirit spectators, their clothing from a plethora of time periods.
Despite the creaking trees, the moon that could have come straight out of a Hallowe’en film, the chill and the fog, Melinoë seems quite at home, nothing but contentment and jubilation radiating off the pale woman in waves. She adores her ghosts the most, loves the cello second best.
((Player’s choice if she looks like PB or Goddess form.))
[ THE DEVIL IN I ] Capable of night terrors so severe that they’ve caused one’s mind to shatter like bones, to have the person dissolve into insanity, if someone would like Melinoë to heighten their current nightmares or provide any, period, please do let me know. PM or Discord { A Broken Zebra#053
Melinoë 👻 Greek Mythology 👻
At various intervals of time, one may come across Melinoë in her true form, as the Goddess has shed herself of the mortal body of Dulcinea. In her wake follows a procession of ethereal beings, ghosts and ghouls and spirits and wraiths; take care, not every follower is of the friendly sort, though most would be content holding a conversation.
It somehow feels as though the siren song of the train is Charon calling, and the Goddess finds comfort in that. Whenever she hears this sound, lips twitch upwards into a small smile. Melinoë is in her utmost element in this dreamscape, having her divine powers at her beck and call. There doesn’t seem to be a moment wherein Mel’s eyes are without a mischievous glint, where lips aren’t transformed into unfiltered bliss. If not having a discussion or dancing with ghosts, she's exploring, or causing whatever monsters thrown their way to see nightmares of their own.
She’s found a chamber and transformed it into an outdoor theatre, the atmosphere creepy, the sounds of her cello playing hauntingly melodic. The other instruments involved are simply audibly heard, not visibly seen, though hovering in one’s peripheral, they may catch a glimpse of a spectre giving life to the appropriate musical tool. Some of the seats are occupied by spirit spectators, their clothing from a plethora of time periods.
Despite the creaking trees, the moon that could have come straight out of a Hallowe’en film, the chill and the fog, Melinoë seems quite at home, nothing but contentment and jubilation radiating off the pale woman in waves. She adores her ghosts the most, loves the cello second best.
((Player’s choice if she looks like PB or Goddess form.))
Capable of night terrors so severe that they’ve caused one’s mind to shatter like bones, to have the person dissolve into insanity, if someone would like Melinoë to heighten their current nightmares or provide any, period, please do let me know.
PM or Discord { A Broken Zebra#053